Without any warning a black taxi came roaring from the left and jammed us. One of the passengers stretched out his arm and snatched my camera bag from my hands.

I instantly reacted by holding on to my bag. But I quickly realised that a car got more horsepower than a rickshaw. The rickshaw turned over and we all landed on the asphalt. I was so thunderstruck that I, in the first moment, did not know if I should laugh or cry.

Indeed I felt vulnerable, hurt and offended. It happened and nobody can turn back the clock. Actually I am a cautious person but I did not decide in favour of a risk-free profession and I indeed take the responsibility of myself.

There is also a good side to every experience. Therefore any reproaches are out of place. I know so many who got mugged, threatened and beaten up. Now I am also one of them. It happens all over the world, even on the "safest" places.

My love for this country, this city and the people here will not be diminished in any way. Actually this experience will even intensify my intimacy with Bangladesh. To phrase it more precisely, I know now what I want ... to take photographs.

Maybe the camera had to get lost in order to understand how important pictures are. My obsession to record a happening and to offer those to others will continue. By today, the importance to convey my views to the people has become more important to me than ever before.

At the moment my tools are gone. But tools can be replaced, and unfortunately they will be again exposed to the risks. But my experiences can never be mugged.

Note: The writer, an intern photographer with The Daily Star, from Switzerland. She received a new camera from her family within a week of the incident.